I thought I would start 2019 by sharing a poem. We lived in Las Vegas for several years before moving to Japan. It is a fun city and there is always something to do on any day of the week or time of the day. It is a different lifestyle for sure. I wrote this poem not long after we landed in the Nevada desert. My ode to Las Vegas.
120 degree summer heat,
but it’s a dry heat.
Elvis in a pink Caddy on the I-15,
just going to work.
Your picture taken with Chewbacca,
scantily clad showgirls,
or 3 or 4 Minions…only $5.00.
Ditch Fridays at The Palm,
or any rooftop club.
Work your way through college
at Little Darlings, Treasures,
Cowboy boots and bathing suits
on billboards dripping with sex
letting it all hang out…no imagination needed.
Kids on a leash,
where kids do not belong.
A month’s salary buys dinner for two or
corporate junks with a goal to party.
Carnivals and gatherings
attempting to channel Woodstock
as gaggles of ass and breasts
wait on a shuttle to EDC…a flock of the lost.
Fremont Street experience
can haunt your dreams
of things that cannot be unseen.
Even Bugsy would shudder.
A newly transplanted local with
a jaw-dropping view
of what people do.
What happens in Vegas…stays in Vegas.
Vegas normal can be lonely.
© 2019 Gregory Vessar